lying          
          in   my   room,           
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
     something  poking  my  left hand, 
                  something     slimy, 
     slithering  around  the  fingers, 
          up   the   arm.           
 is   it   drug-fueled   apathy?       
         i   don't   move   the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever it is that's tasting me,     
 it   moves    further   up,           
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head  toward  it.        
             looks   like    seagrass. 
         it's   kinda  cute.        
                                 
     once  it's up my  neck and on  my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
     the texture is  like  that  of  a 
 juicy                          grape, 
    and the squish  tastes like  sweet 
                     cucumber.     
    it's very good.     and i    
 suck   more    of   it   in.          
             chew   it.             
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
      apathy  gone,  i  sit  up.      
      the tendrils are stuck under    
   my shirt,   entering  by  the  arm 
 and  exiting  through the  collar.     
    this makes  it hard  for me to push 
 more   of  it   in   my   mouth.       
    i make to remove the shirt, but the 
 seagrass finally  protests when i try to 
 move     my     left    arm.           
     so  -   eating  it  is  ok,      
       moving  it  is  not.